Was not the day of rest I advertized.
No, I didn’t have chemo or radiation, but my sweet sister
Beth worked me so hard in the yard that I can barely lift my fingers to type
this morning. That woman is a slave driver. She had me moving trees (40’
Douglas firs), excavating hillsides and setting boulders. She seems to think I
am a bulldozer. I’m not. I’m just a late-middle-aged-man with diminishing
strength in my right arm and hand. I’ve got to find someplace to hide so that
Bethie doesn’t work me so hard today. Maybe I’ll just crawl under my desk and
cover myself with a blanket. That might work.
Oh, oh… or pretend I don’t speak English and can’t
understand her when she is barking out orders. I think that is a better plan!
And I am scum sucking low life. On July 5th,
1998, Richard and I exchanged vows. On July 5th, 2014, I forgot
until Marianne called. Sixteen years, and I didn’t even bother to remember.
What a fucking loser!
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1 comment:
You are such a sweet man to do all those things for Beth, she is lucky!! Lucky to be the first one to come out, just wait until the rest of your sibs arrive!! You may have to fine a better hiding spot(and you are NOT a looser) how could you think of everything while Bethie has you working so hard!! You were probably trying to come up with a better excuse than you needed a glass of water.
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